Angled glass pressed against my skin,
a little pressure is all that it would take...

Chaos rules
life...

Stale suffocation,
rotting away life's sweet smell...

Thoughts connect us both;
knowing just what I should say...

There's no time like the present;
come here now...

Tears pour from my eyes;
they plummet in the desert sand...

I have so much yet to do;
this fantasy will come true...

A girl with a red crayon in her hand draws;
she wants to make her mom something special...

The radiant yellow rose stood tall
waiting...

It would begin as a whisper,
softly breathing lonely words in my ear...

Pools of sorrow fill my eyes,
one tear drop after another...

Half my jagged heart lies across my chest;
the cold metal numbs my skin...